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I am currently typing this Brief Summary Of my character Frost so that others may understand him better, understand why I indulge in a bit of overpowerdom, and why for the love of god does a vampire have black angel wings?!?

Name: Frost
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 166lbs
Age: Indeterminable
Eyes: Red
Hair: Black
Blood Type: Ichor Seems to Manifest as BloodType O-

History: One of the Favored Amongst the ArchAngels of Vengeance that were in essence the wrath of the christian god, Frost enjoyed a position of power, swiftly cutting down any who trespassed against his creator and master's edicts. He spent much of his Time watching humanity, begginning to wonder how one could squander a gift as precious as free will. Over many life times Frost grew bitter and spiteful, takin god's wrath as his own, killing any human being that had committed even the smallest transgression. When the war between Lucifer and God Climzxed, Frost was in the middle, Wading hrough the warriors of both sides, remaining neutral. When Lucifer was finally sent into the burning Pit, God remanded Frost Speaking only that if his jealousy of the human's gift was so great, then he want grant him free will, banishing him to earth, branding him as a fallen angel, never again to see the glory of heaven. Frost Traveled the world over, seeking out slaughter, helping human warlords throughout history as a commander, as a warrior, and as a killer. He met up with an ambitious queen, a damned soul who shared his infinite lifespan, but for a different reason. Frost fell deeply in love with the vampiress, and she turned him, promising him dark gifts of unimaginable power. She soon grew weary of Frostand his fledgling desire to squander his powers and cast him asunder. He romaed the night for Millenia feeding off of the lives of humans, hating their breed, vampires, and the powers above and below with an unrivaled intensity. He began to slowly realize over time however that he had strayed off of the path, that he wasn't a monster, and that all the lives he had taken had faces, had voices. He quickly began on his path to retribution, he would make his way to heaven, paving the stairway in the blood of the wicked.

((PS it is 6 16 Am, I am tired, and I worked a closing sift at work, you'll have to excuse typos and/or spelling errors. My thoughts might also be a bit incomplete right ow as well. I will hopefully finish this soon. More to come on Frost's powers))